Bottomless Rage: Wyvern vs. Eris Greyrat

[Hills]

Wyvern can already hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. This Eris...she was what Wyvern had been looking for. The rage, the ferocity...it was perfect. She wouldn't give up or stop. The anger Eris feels...Wyvern has no idea what caused it, but it doesn't matter to her. This match will be hard-fought, brutal, and vicious. She has no doubt she will be leaving this ring covered in blood and barely able to stand up straight from the pain.

She can't wait.

Springing to her feet after launching Eris into the barbed wire cruelly imitating ring ropes, the Irish wrestler charges forward, extending her arm out into a scything lariat. If Eris isn't able to defend herself, Wyvern intends to use the impact to drive both of them over the top rope, heedless of the fact that it will hurt her just as much as her opponent!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris still had her back against the barbed wire which hurt her and slightly calmed her anger. In those moments, she could think better but she was more sensitive to pain. She then tried to unstick her back from the wires but her opponent didn't give her time to think, pushing Eris back against the wires again but even harder.

"Gyaaargh!!"

The pain didn't stop there as the Englishwoman's body went over the rope before falling onto her back. Eris could feel her back being completely scratched, from shoulders to buttocks. The pain was unbearable, enough to make her anger come back stronger than before.

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!"

Eris growled in rage and could see her opponent next to her. She didn't think much more than that and got up gritting her teeth because of the pain in her back and grabbed her opponent by the hair before throwing her against the iron step on the corner of the ring so that she bumped her head on it.

[Hills]

As Wyvern drives her arm into Eris's throat to force them both over the edge, she doesn't even brace herself before the soft flesh of her belly hits the barbed wire surrounding the ring. She can feel it slice down and across as she rotates over the edge, a second impact tearing open a pair of scratches on her cheek and brow before she rights herself and lands unsteadily on her feet. A few stumbling steps take her into the barricade, her momentum unable to be overcome before the raw cuts on her stomach slam into the plastic.

The Irish wrestler barely even registers the pain, but the entire process takes long enough to give Eris a chance to recover first. Wyvern gets no warning before the other wrestler seizes her hair and hurls her head first into the steel steps. As she whips Wyvern forward, however, Eris can feel the Irishwoman's hair slip through her fingers with surprising ease at the same time agony erupts in her palm, as the razors Wyvern had hidden in her mane do their bloody work.

Wyvern hits the steps hard enough to dent them, collapsing onto her hands and knees in the aftermath. While her trained, nearly-indestructible skull protects her from the worst of a possible concussion, the blow is sufficient to disorient her and prevent her from quickly responding.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris grabbed her opponent's hair as she felt a small sting on her hand. She didn't take it into account until she threw her opponent's face against the iron step, after which she noticed that her hand was strangely bleeding. She noticed on the ground small razors that came out of her opponent's hair, it annoyed her.

"Are the referees incompetent or what?!"

Eris continued to growl and get angry, she was forced to keep her fist clenched because the air stung her hand enormously. She was now going to take revenge on her opponent who was stunned. The Englishwoman wasted no time throwing herself on her adversary to put her hands on her neck and once again bang her opponent's head against the steps. However, she found it worse and much less satisfying than if she had done it by grabbing her hair.
No big deal, if she couldn't use her hands then Eris would kick her opponent hard in the face so that her head would hit the iron steps. At least that was fun and it could make her bleed.

[Hills]

At Eris's aggravated outburst, Wyvern begins pushing herself up off of the steps and rotates to face the English wrestler, propping herself up on her elbows against the stairs. The wide, demented grin hasn't faded from her face, despite the battering she's taken in the last few seconds that still leaves her eyes unfocused. Her tongue briefly snakes out of her mouth, wetting dried lips before she speaks.

"No rules against them. Not in a match like this."

Before she can recover enough to regain her feet or vision, Eris is upon her, gripping her throat and slamming her head back into the steel steps of the ring. This is quickly followed by a brutal kick, snapping her head back a third time into the steps. Already, she can feel the hot, wet trickle of blood down the back of her neck, adding to the crimson streams on her stomach and face.

Enough.

Recognizing the increasingly dangerous nature of her position, Wyvern drags forth a surge of energy from her reserves, curling up onto the steps to use them as a brace before lashing out with both legs, intending to drive them into Eris's midsection. If the attack succeeds at forcing her opponent back, Wyvern springs unsteadily to her feet. Snatching at the top half of the steps with one hand, she whirls her body into a spinning throw and hurls the dented metal at terrifying speed towards her opponent, the throw off-center but not less dangerous for it.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris took pleasure in hitting her opponent, she finally had the upper hand in the match and her opponent couldn't do anything for the moment. She was still trying to continue to impose her style by continuously hitting her with her legs but her opponent didn't let it go, first pushing the redhead away by forcing her to hold her stomach before seeing the metal walk. throw towards her at full speed.
Luckily, Eris found the reflex and the speed necessary to raise her arms and protect her face, it reduced the damage but the blow was so strong that she fell to the ground grunting, her arms were slightly softened.

[Hills]

Wyvern stalks forward towards her downed opponent, her slow steps hiding the fact that she was still recovering from the repeated blows to her skull. Moving much faster would risk her losing her balance, at least until the world stopped spinning and came to a full halt. She absentmindedly swipes one arm over her forehead, diverting a stream of blood that threatened to trickle into her eye.

"Now, let's see what you're really made of."

Bending over when she gets to Eris, Wyvern reaches down and attempts to seize the back of Eris's neck and shoulder, looking to pull her to her feet while maintaining the grip in order to set the stage for another, much more vicious attack.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris had her arms weakened since she was protected from the metal step but she wasn't going to let it go. When her opponent was behind her locking her shoulders and neck, Eris immediately growled in hostility, first crushing her opponent's foot with hers and then stepping back to knock her opponent against the edges. from the field, coming dangerously close to the spectators.

[Hills]

Her grip broken, Wyvern is shoved back into the barricade surrounding the outer edges of the floor around the ring. The impact is strong enough to make the barrier creak, and Wyvern's eyebrows twitch together in annoyance as she hears a gasp of surprise from behind her, followed by the shuffling of spectators moving to get as far away from the violent melee as possible, not wanting to be drawn in.

"Oh, piss off. You knew what was on the card tonight."

Despite addressing her comment to the crowd behind her, Wyvern's eyes never leave Eris, unwilling to expose an opening for her aggressive opponent to exploit. Instead, she pushes off the barrier and resumes her stance, bringing her arms up to protect her face as she begins to inch closer.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Eris stood still after throwing her opponent, she was clearly waiting for her opponent to come to her to recover her strength. This decision came from a slightly softened Eris, for the moment she could master her rage and fight intelligently as she wished.
Her opponent approached with a guard at face level, it is true that for the moment Eris had only hit the face of the Irishwoman but now she could adapt.
She also raised her arms looking at her opponent in the eye like a predator, when she found herself within attack range, she threw her left fist towards her opponent's face but it was a feint that hid an uppercut on the stomach.

"Kneel, insect."